A/N: Hello, hello, hello and HEEEELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Before you read my story I must say three things:
1. Its horror. Well, attempted horror. Don't blame me if you're not scared. Also it is short stories so each chapter is a story. Deal. With. It.

2. Yes- it is based on other short stories by other authors, but I am using the same story line but basing it about the Outsiders characters.

3. PONYBOY IS MINE BITCHES!

((Fourth one now! Didn't expect that did you? SCARED ALREADY!))

4. Any flames and XxSparkyCadexX will MURDER YOU !

Let us begin-

Story One- House of Horrors

"Party tonight- after hours, don't be late," She whispered into Darry's ear as she passed him in the library. Darry watched Liza waltz off in her ghost costume and smiled slightly.

After losing his job on the building site Darry had to find a new job- fast. And, to his horror, the only job left available was in a house of horrors.

"How ironic," He thought to himself.

He'd been working there for two months now and none of the other tour guides or staff members had really noticed him, unless to tell him to hurry up and get the group moving.

He'd heard of the parties after hours. The staff hid in the different rooms of horror while the caretaker checked around before locking up. Once he'd locked up, the staff came out of their hiding places and partied until it was time to open. And nobody ever found out.

And now- out of the blue- Darry was given a chance to go.

Of course- he'd be late getting him. He had his responsibilities of looking after his younger brothers- but this was a once in a life time chance he couldn't miss it. And after all- the boys were used to people disappearing for a night.

But even so- Darry felt he should phone home. As he was about to leave, Mark, a fellow staff worker came over.

"Hear about the party?"

Darry nodded, feeling happy he was finally part of the group.

"Coming?"

Darry nodded again.

"Good. But now there is another group coming along. You take them,"

The two men dressed as bell boys parted ways as Darry came to take the next tour group along.

They started in a sitting room. Wax works of dead people lay across the room, arms out, dragging themselves across the floor, frozen, their faces twisted in sheer horror. Endless black eyes crying out for help. It just seemed to life-like.

Darry held his breath as they passed through the room- this was the place he liked least. It was almost too realistic.

He waited for everyone to gather again. He had to return to get a girl who'd stayed behind, and she nearly jumped out her skin when he tapped her on the shoulder.

They went into the library and he saw Liza sitting in between the dusty selves and spiders. She had a grey wig on, her skin wrinkled, and sound effects creaked as she looked up and demanded to know why people dared trespass her library.

They caught eyes and Liza smiled.

When Darry finished the tour- the last one for the day- he quickly changed clothes and hid in the library behind a shelf.

He could hear nobody else, but guessed that they were all in other rooms.

He held his breath as the caretaker walked past with his flashlight. He swiped the room with a glance, and carried on, not noticing him.

Darry just hoped he didn't notice the others.

The minutes passed and Darry wondered why nobody had come to get him. He waited a bit longer. And a bit longer.

He glanced at his watch. 10:00. The caretaker came at around 9:00.

Darry decided to find Liza and Mark himself.

He searched the rooms, calling out their names.

"Liza! Mark!"

He checked every room. But nobody was there.

Only one room left.

Darry swallowed as he entered the sitting room.

In the dark of the night, with only the moon shining through the window, the wax works look real. Very real.

Darry spun when he heard a noise behind him.

"Liza? Mark?" He called.

His heart thumped wildly under his top as he backed slowly out the room.

He was going to leave the House of Horrors when he realised he couldn't.

He was locked in.

On his own.

Was that footsteps down the hall?

Darry breathed deeply and tried to relax.

He remembered he hadn't phone Pony or Soda and told them he wouldn't be home that night.

He focused his thoughts on his brothers as he tried to leave the wax works room and enter the library.

But he didn't get a chance.

Somebody grabbed him and covered his mouth as his hands slipped off the door handle.

Nobody heard him scream.

The next day when Liza unlocked the house of horrors, she couldn't wait to see the look on Darry's face when he saw her. Priceless, it would be.

She entered the sitting room with wax works- the only way to get to the changing rooms.

She swallowed a screamed.

Laying on the floor was a new wax model. Spread out on his stomach, one hand grabbing the carpet, the other reaching in a final desperate try to get to door handle, he looked so real. Like all the others.

But this one looked just like Darry.